In a happy marriage it is the wife who provides the climate, the husband the landscape.

The more we feel sorry for ourselves, the less sorry others will feel for us. People don't waste their small store of sympathy on those who can provide it so richly for themselves.

One of the marks of a great poet is that he creates his own family of words and teaches them to live together in harmony and to help one another.

We confess our bad qualities to others out of fear of appearing naive or ridiculous by not being aware of them.

In a happy marriage it is the wife who provides the climate, the husband the landscape.

We soon cease to feel the grief at the deaths of our friends, yet we continue to the end of our lives to miss them. They are still with us in their absence.

When I write a page that reads badly I know that it is myself who has written it. When it reads well it has come through from somewhere else.